| So dark | |
| Once an amusement park | |
| Troubled whispers sound | |
| On a mute merry-go-round | |
| So cold | |
| Once a playground of gold | |
| Caved in long ago | |
| And then poisoned with the snow | |
| Oceans of time | |
| Broken patterns align | |
| Hearts washed upon the isle | |
| It carries your name | |
| Like radiance in the rain | |
| The wailing sirens alarm | |
| Old memories hang on and gravitate by weights of sorrow | |
| Through cracks and wounds our pain reflected in a thousand mirrors | |
| It is time for deeds to take the shape of vows and codes of promise | |
| The time to let our minds speak silently in the act of darkening | |
| Out of reach and gone from view | |
| Now light is one step behind you | |
| On the other side of the soul | |
| The void resolves one final role | |
| Collapse into absence |